When Paul came home Tuesday evening from another stretch of shows, he unpacked his things before suggesting he and Paulina go to the park.
He wanted to get his run in as soon as possible, especially when storms were predicted for later.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to get my power walk in," she agreed, going to change into something more appropriate.
"Who knows what trouble we can get into," he added with his ever-present, cheesy grin. "I'm thinking a nice little shower together when we get back."
"You would," Paulina replied with a laugh.
"Hey, regue junto, salva agua", he growled in Spanish.
"In your case, I don't think just saving water is what you have in mind."
When they got to the park, the closer parking area to the trails had been closed for repairs, leaving Paul no option but to use the lot a considerable distance away.
Swearing in Spanish, he found an empty spot and parked.
"Oh come on; it isn't that bad. Look at it this way; it gives us a head start on our exercise," Paulina smiled.
"Race you up the trail. Loser has to have to have sex with the winner."
"Ha. Figures you'd make up something where YOU would benefit whatever the outcome," she teased.
"Yeah, scratch that. You came for your walk anyway."
Paul had gotten a little ahead of her as they started up the trail, and she got to admire him from behind.
He was beautiful. Strong legs, nice shoulders, and definitely more bounce in his booty; she loved his ass. And he was all hers.
There weren't many joggers or walkers out that evening. It was hot, and getting late. He was covered in sweat by the time they had finished, but he ran easily, not seeming out of breath at all.
She was feeling a bit grungy herself, even though she had only been walking. Once they had finished, they began heading to the car to go home and shower.
Thunder had also been rumbling in the distance, and flashes of lightening just over the horizon. A storm was coming in. Paulina felt a breath of cool as a strong gust of wind came up.
"Oh shit," Paulina muttered. "Maybe we better speed up if we're going to make it to the car. All hell is about to break loose."
Seconds later, fat drops of rain started pelting down around them.
"Guess we aren't going to make it," Paul said as they ran to the pavilion, an open, brick structure with two picnic tables.